What a journey. What an unbelievable experience. What a magical feel crossing that finish line in middle of the night. I have taken another step towards Ultra-Trail du Mont Blanc 2018, yet this was a pretty special one. Cappadocia Ultra-Trail will go down as my first 100+ kilometre race. To be precise, I ran 114 kilometer through central Turkey with a total altitude gain of 3340 meters.

Every kilometre of training, every minute, every hour, I spent running on the road and in the mountains paid off. Countless early mornings, or late evenings, spent in solitude collecting kilometre after kilometre. My race plan worked out perfectly. Especially, the nutritional plan during the race was on point and provided me with the necessary fuel I needed. Approximately every ten kilometres I would pass by an aid station to drink electrolytes and eat a couple of salty crackers and bread. At two or three stops, I also added a banana to my “snack list”. In between stations, I drank around one liter of water, which brought up my total to around 11 liters, and I ate six Cliff Bars. It turned out that this was the perfect nutritional regime. Aside from the expected tiredness towards the end, at no time did a sense of hunger or a lack of energy overcome me, and neither did I feel dehydrated.

At 7:00 in the morning the race begun. I had woken up two hours prior to the start to run through my usual pre-race routine. With the experiences from previous races in mind, and knowing that I would have a long day ahead of me, I set off at slow pace. My legs started to warm up and I moved into a mental and physical state of flow. Peux-a-peux did I increase my pace, overtake fellow runners and climb the ranks.

The first 60 kilometers of the race lead me through a landscape that was incredibly unique and special. I had never seen something like this before, and find it hard to describe, so best I let the images above speak for itself. It felt like I was running on Mars, Pluto, or some sort of other unearthly planet, topped with stunning panoramic vistas. The racecourse led us through canyons and tunnels, mainly over dusty and sandy paths. I ran through old towns, past ancient buildings and historic mosques. Locals cheered us on, though I felt they had little idea of what we were doing, and young kids sprinted by my side for a few meters. In general the warmth of the Turkish people overwhelmed me, but especially their helpfulness and support at the aid station was much appreciated. Every single one was very courteous. It felt much like a Formula 1 pit stop, where you just pull in and within seconds it is all done and you are good to continue. The volunteers would fill up your bottles, and even prepare you a plate of food if wanted.

After around 7:30 hours and 60 kilometers of running I reached Ürgüp, which marked the halfway point. There was a Drop Bag point. I had packed some spare clothing, additional Cliff Bars, and a battery pack! You must know that the GPS watches only last for around 14 hours. I knew about that before, but I did not think about a solution, but thought I had to accept the fact that I would run out of battery. It was only when I met Martin, another runner, who had advised me to get a battery pack, which I could utilize to recharge the watch whilst running. By the way, Martin was a great dude and came 4th in the end. I met him before the race and it turned out that we share a very similar approach to life. This was identical with Flo, who actually stayed in my hotel. He also ran the 114k kilometres and finished 2nd on Saturday. Flo and Martin were two experienced and very successful runners. Flo’s biggest achievement was a 2nd place at the Swiss Irontrail in Davos, whilst Martin, originally coming from road racing, runs a marathon in under 2:30 hours and only turned to ultra-trails two years ago. He actually placed 6th in the 100 Miles of Istria event, which I was supposed to participate in at the beginning of the year, but then had to cancel.

Anyways, back to Cappadocia. After a short irritation about the course, which cost me a few minutes, I was back on track. I decided to leave the long-sleeved base layer, as well as a light fleece behind, as I expected to finish the around 22:00. At this point, not knowing that the last two downhill sections were barely runnable and would cost me a lot of time.

It was getting dark around 18:30, so it was time to turn on my head torch. Whilst I would run a lot by myself throughout the trail, the darkness made this solitude even more magical. I listened to the final prayer of the day that came from the mosque behind me, before I set out to ascend the final four peaks of the race. The first one I mastered well. Though this part of the trail felt like a taster of what Marathon Des Sables is going to look like, as I found myself running through ankle-deep sand.

After I emptied the sand from my shoes, I approached the final inclines. Normally, I am pretty good on both, uphill and downhill, but this time the downhill passages turned out to be my neck breaker. The terrain was very loose, spangled with rocks and gravel, tenacious bushes and woods. I saw the minutes counting up, but at this point of the race I was unwilling to risk an injury and not finishing the trail. Thus, I found myself mainly walking for the final kilometres of the race. Also, it did not help that I left my warm clothes behind, as it was getting colder.

Eventually I overcame the final ascends and reached the final aid station. I replaced electrolytes with Coca-Cola and took on the last kilometres of the Cappadocia Ultra-Trail. This section was dragging on and it felt like it took for ages, which was probably natural due to the length of the course, the night, tiredness and so on. After 17:32:10 hours I crossed the finish line. Unfortunately, I did not arrive before 24:00, which was a bit of a shame, seeing that I was top fit, and during the course was running towards a time of less than 15 hours. Of course I was tired, but mainly due to the nature of the last 30 kilometers, I was unable in doing so. However, the apparent disappointment, if I can even call it that, did not last long, after I found out that I came 14th in my category, which I did not foresee at all.

Almost three weeks later I now am sitting in Berlin. I have just watched the video recap of the event, which recalled all those wonderful moments I cherished throughout my time in Turkey and during the course of the race. I am very pleased and proud about what I have achieved, yet I know that this effort would have not been possible without the help of a number of people. I regard this as a team effort, with myself only being the executing figure on the trail, so this is a reward for all of those behind my back, especially Prof Dr Klaus Baum, who is not only my coach and mentor, but also best friend to train, prepare and guide me towards Ultra-Trail du Mont Blanc 2018. 

Last but not least, this summary would not be complete without saying thank you to the sheer brilliant organization by the team behind the race. From registering, communicating before the event, picking-up my bib, to being collected and dropped off at the airport, and of course, the entire organization during the race, it was simply outstanding and definitely helped make this entire event even more memorable. Lastly, I want to mention the wonderful hotel I stayed in during my time in Ürgüp, Turkey. The place was called Sota and is run by Nil and her incredible team. All of the staff were incredibly charming, helpful and hard working and doing everything they can to offer the best experience possible. The hotel is wonderfully decorated with handpicked and handmade pieces of art adding additional charm to the place. There are number of areas to lay down, relax, enjoy magnificent views across the World Heritage Site and the let your mind wander. Each room tells its own story and is uniquely designed. It is mystic and wonderful at the same time to spend your night within a cave. Every morning, I was faced with an assortment of delicious breakfast delights. And, whilst I was enjoying the beauty of this place, throughout the day, a soup for lunch, or cake for tea time, were being served.  

Whether it is for Cappadocia Ultra-Trail, Sota, or both, this part of the world will see me again. 

Photo Credits: Cappadocia Ultra-Trail